At his funeral we sang "How Great Thou Art", " What a Freind We Have in Jesus", and Then Towards the end of the service " He Hideth My Soul".
In the last song, it wasn't until the point where we sang the forth verse that starts out "When clothed with His brightness transported I rise To meet him in clouds of the sky" that I stared to feel a little better.
I could have sworn it made the minister that ran the service a little red-faced, but I'm not in the mood to consider family politics and doctrine too much right now. I just want people to be blessed, and I don't want to start a fight on the heals of Grandpa's passing. His memory and simple caring for my family seems to deserve better.
My grandfather was quite a man, too. Everyone called him pap except grandma, who called him dad. They were both wonderful Christian people, deeply spiritual, who freely and frequently quoted from the Bible in their daily conversations. Each Sunday morning they would get in the Dodge and drive about 100 miles to attend their favorite church to hear their favorite preacher, rain or shine.
During the years I knew him, pap ran his own car repair garage next to their house. He had lots of business because he knew everybody in town and was a great car repairman. He would charge fair prices, sometimes not charge anything if the customer was unable to pay, or sometimes take payment in fresh home-grown vegetables.
He lived into his 70s, and right up to the end kept himself fit by lifting weights and using his punching bag that hung in the cellar next to the coal furnace. He would just wail on that bag! He'd get a rhythm going, punching it with both hands in turn: pa-POOM-pa-poom, pa-POOM-pa-poom, pa-POOM-pa-poom, on and on. Then one Sunday morning, he and gram got home from church and were changing clothes when he had a massive heart attack and died.
I have my pap's laugh. And I have my late father's belch.
This is my first holiday season without my grandpa, but I'm certain that for my mom and his other children that it is much harder on them.
And as far as my laugh goes, people have told me at times that it is similar to my mom's laugh, often times I hear that right along with an exhortation to laugh a little quieter.
If I could at all be truly a legacy for any of my grandparents and their many good points I would be content with this life I think.
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waysider
So sorry for your loss, Jeff.
He sounds like he was quite a guy.
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Shellon
Our thoughts and prayers at your loss Jeff.
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At his funeral we sang "How Great Thou Art", " What a Freind We Have in Jesus", and Then Towards the end of the service " He Hideth My Soul".
In the last song, it wasn't until the point where we sang the forth verse that starts out "When clothed with His brightness transported I rise To meet him in clouds of the sky" that I stared to feel a little better.
I could have sworn it made the minister that ran the service a little red-faced, but I'm not in the mood to consider family politics and doctrine too much right now. I just want people to be blessed, and I don't want to start a fight on the heals of Grandpa's passing. His memory and simple caring for my family seems to deserve better.
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My grandfather was quite a man, too. Everyone called him pap except grandma, who called him dad. They were both wonderful Christian people, deeply spiritual, who freely and frequently quoted from the Bible in their daily conversations. Each Sunday morning they would get in the Dodge and drive about 100 miles to attend their favorite church to hear their favorite preacher, rain or shine.
During the years I knew him, pap ran his own car repair garage next to their house. He had lots of business because he knew everybody in town and was a great car repairman. He would charge fair prices, sometimes not charge anything if the customer was unable to pay, or sometimes take payment in fresh home-grown vegetables.
He lived into his 70s, and right up to the end kept himself fit by lifting weights and using his punching bag that hung in the cellar next to the coal furnace. He would just wail on that bag! He'd get a rhythm going, punching it with both hands in turn: pa-POOM-pa-poom, pa-POOM-pa-poom, pa-POOM-pa-poom, on and on. Then one Sunday morning, he and gram got home from church and were changing clothes when he had a massive heart attack and died.
I have my pap's laugh. And I have my late father's belch.
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cheranne
So sorry for your loss Jeff,I am glad you had a great relationship with your grandfather.
(and I would love to hear your laugh too)
I never got a chance to meet my grandfathers but there were people throughout my life
that helped me to unweave the cult teachings of twi and see clearly.
I like to think we can continue the legacy of these people.
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JeffSjo
Thank you both!
This is my first holiday season without my grandpa, but I'm certain that for my mom and his other children that it is much harder on them.
And as far as my laugh goes, people have told me at times that it is similar to my mom's laugh, often times I hear that right along with an exhortation to laugh a little quieter.
If I could at all be truly a legacy for any of my grandparents and their many good points I would be content with this life I think.
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Jeff
It is nice to read how much you loved your grandpa. I am sorry for your loss.
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JeffSjo
Thank you very much Dot.
It has been over a year now and I still think of him often.....
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excathedra
i'm so very sorry but i'm so glad you had him
love,ex
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